Walk from the past; Memories are like fragrance of flowers

It was not merely a walk but a profound memory.

Memories are like the fragrance of flowers; they instill in the air but we can not see them; same happens to the memories; we can not see them either.

It was one of the best mornings of 2025. I remember, it was 24th March when i invited my close childhood friends to come to my university.

We got up early in the morning to see the sunrise, to do cycling, to see the birds going for search of food, to see the fresh newbies flowers in the garden and to share some laughs together.

How unexpected the life is!
I am already missing all these things; the friends, the university, the time together.

In after-graduation life, things get difficult. Those four years of university life were more like an heaven; one time life experience that has no equivalence. I would always long for another life just to spend it in the same university with the same class fellows.

It was such a lovely day;
We walked around
and I wish i may
Go back to the same mounds
I have things to say
Don't know how they sound
Wishing for the same day

I know even if i go back, people of my time won't be there; faces have changed; people are gone; many things are replaced; in short- time isn't the same.

I am changed too. What could i complain of time and people.

How beautiful these birds are looking in a V-shape flying mood.

I was smart then!

While heading to metro station, i saw this building in Rawalpindi.

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See you next 💫